Stuck in the Filter: March 2025âs Angry Misses
By Kenstrosity
Spring is in the air, and with it comes⊠an insane number of cicadas! Yes, thatâs right, Brood XIV spawned this year and is currently overwhelming my staff as they trudge through embuggened ducts to clear out the Filter of semi-precious metal. I bet itâs fucking loud in thereâŠ
âŠ. eh Iâm sure they are all fine. Just fine. Anyway, enjoy the spoils of our toils!
Kenstrosityâs Gloopy Grubber
Acid Age // Perilous Compulsion [February 28th, 2025 â Self Released]
Belfastâs wacky thrash conglomerate Acid Age came out of absolutely nowhere back in March, unleashing their fourth LP Perilous Compulsion and equipping it with one helluva van-worthy cover. This is some funky, bluesy, quasi-psychedelic thrash metal that pulls no punches. Riffs abound, bonkers songwriting pervades, immense groove agitates. From the onset, âBikini Islandâ establishes Perilous Compulsion as a no-nonsense, balls-out affair which reminds me heavily of Voivod and a simplified Flummox informed by Atheistâs progressive proclivities, and expanded by a touch of Pink Floydâs nebulous jams. Of course, thrash remains Acid Ageâs hero flavor, as choice cuts âState Your Business,â âRevenge for Sale,â and closing one-two punch âRotten Toothâ and âHamster Wheelâ clearly demonstrate. While their fearless exploration of style and structure maintains a sky-high level of interest, it also introduces a couple of challenges. Firstly, this material can feel a bit disjointed at first, but focused spins reward the listener greatly as all of Perilous Compulsionâs moving parts start to mesh and move in unison. Secondly, Acid Age throws a spotlight on a few brilliant inclusions that, over time, I wish were more often utilizedânamely, the delightfully bluesy harmonica solos on âRotten Tooth.â Regardless, Acid Age put themselves on my map with Perilous Compulsion. I recommend you put them on yours, too!
Owlswaldâs Desiccated Discoveries
Verbian // Casarder [March 21st, 2025 â Lost Future Records]
Itâs unjust that Portuguese rockers Verbianâwho have been producing quality post-rock since 2019âs Jaezâhavenât received the attention they deserve. Fusing elements of post-rock with metal, psychedelic, and stoner, Casarder is Verbianâs third full-length and the first with new drummer Guilherme Gonçalves. Taking the sounds and inspirations of 2020âs Irrupção and enriching it with new permutations and modulations, Casarderâs largely instrumental character rides punchy riffs and roiling groovesâĂ la Russian Circles and Elderâto transmit its thought-provoking legitimacy. Dystopian and surreal sĂ©ances, via echoing Korg synthscapes (âPausa Entre Dias,â âVozes da Ilhaâ) and celestial harmonies, permeate Casarderâs forty-three-minute runtime, translating Madalena Pintoâs striking Aeon Flux-esque cover art with precision. Ominous horn sections and crusty recurrent vocals (âMarcha do Vulto,â âDepois de Toda a Mudançaâ) by guitarist Vasco Reis and bassist Alexandre Silva underscore Verbianâs individuality in a crowded post-rock domain. Gonçalvesâs drummingâwith his intricate and enchanting hard rock and samba rhythms (âNada Muda,â âFruta CaĂda do Marâ)âadds a new dimension to Verbianâs sound, assuring my attention never falters. The group describes Casarder as communicating the ââŠinsecurities of artistic expression and personal exposure when it comes to fearing being judged for something that is somewhat outside of what is done in each artistâs niche.â Indeed, Casarder reveals Verbian is unafraid to forge their own path, and the results are gripping.
Symbiotic Growth // Beyond the Sleepless Aether [March 28th, 2025 â Self Released]
Beyond the Sleepless Aether, the sophomore effort by Ontario, Canadaâs Symbiotic Growth, immediately caught my attention with its dreamy-looking cover. Building upon their 2020 self-titled debut, the Canadian trio hones epic and long-form progressive death metal soundscapes, narrating a quest for meaning across alternate realities in mostly lengthy, yet rewarding, tracks that blend technicality, atmosphere, and melody. The group frequently employs dynamic shifts, moving between raging brutality and serene shoegaze beauty (âArid Trials and Barren Sands,â âThe Sleepless Voidâ). This is achieved through complex and vengeful passages alongside atmospheric synth lines and softer piano interludes (âSires of Boundless Sunset,â âOf Painted Skies and Dancing Lightsâ), cultivating an air of wonder, mystery, and ethereality that permeates much of Symbiotic Growthâs material. âThe Architect of Annihilationâ echoes the style of Ne Obliviscaris with its blend of clean harmonies and harsh growls meshed with tremolo-picked arpeggiations and catchy hooks (the guitar solo even features a violin-like quality). âLost in Fractured Reveriesâ evokes In Mourning with its parallel synth and guitar lines giving way to devastating grooves that make it impossible not to headbang. Although some fine-tuning remainsâthe clean vocals could use some more weight and tracks like âOf Painted Skies and Dancing Lightsâ and âThe Architect of Annihilationâ overstay their welcome at timesâBeyond the Sleepless Aether shows Symbiotic Growthâs burgeoning talent and signals the group is one to watch in progressive death metal.
Dear Hollowâs Drudgery Sludgery Hoist
Spiritbox // Tsunami Sea [March 7th, 2025 â Pale Chord Records | Rise Records]
From humble beginnings in a more artsy-fartsy djent post-Iwrestledabearonce world to becoming the darlings of Octane Radio, Spiritbox has seen quite the ascent. While itâs easy to look at their work and scoff at its radio-friendliness, sophomore full-length Tsunami Sea shows Courtney LaPlante and company sticking to their guns. Simultaneously more obscure and more radio-friendly in its selection of tracks, expect its signature blend of colossal riffs and ethereal melodies guided by LaPlanteâs siren-then-sea serpent dichotomy of furious roars and haunting cleans. Yes, Spiritbox helms its attack with the radio singles (âPerfect Soul,â1 âCrystal Rosesâ) in layered soaring choruses and touches of hip-hop undergirded by fierce grooves, but the meat of Tsunami Sea finds the flexibility and patience in the skull-crushing brutality (âSoft Spine,â âNo Loss, No Loveâ) and its more exploratory songwriting that amps layers of the ethereal and the hellish with catchy riffs and vocals alike (âFata Morgana,â âA Haven of Two Facesâ). Itâs far from perfect, and its tendency towards radio will be divisive, but it shows Spiritbox firing on all cylinders.
Unfleshing // Violent Reason [March 28th, 2025 â Self Released]
I am always tickled pink by blackened crust. It takes the crusty violence and propensity for filth and adds black metalâs signature sinister nature. Unfleshing is a young, unsigned blackened crust band from St. Louis, and with debut Violent Reason, you can expect a traditional punk-infused beatdown with a battered guitar tone and sinister vocals. However, more than many, the quartet offers a beatdown that feels as atmospheric as it is pummeling. Donât get me wrong, you get your skull caved in like the poor guy on the cover with minute-long crust beatdowns (âBody Bag,â âFrom the Gutterâ) and full-length smackdowns (âKnife in the Dark,â âFinal Breathâ), both styles complete with scathing grooves, squalid feedback, climactic solos and punishing blastbeats, atop a blackened roar dripping with hate. But amid the full-throttle assault, Unfleshing utilizes ominous black metal chord progressions and unsettling plucking to add a more dynamic feature to Violent Reason (âCathedral Rust,â âOne With the Mudâ). The album never overstays, and while traditional, itâs a hell of a start for Unfleshing.
Ghostsmoker // Inertia Cult [March 21st, 2025 â Art as Catharsis Records]
Ghostsmoker seems like the perfect stoner metal band name, but aside from the swampy guitar tone, thereâs something much sinister lurking. Proffering a caustic blackened doom/sludge not unlike Thou, Wormphlegm, and Sea Bastard, the Melbourne group quartet devotes a crisp forty-two minutes to sprawling doom weighted by a crushing guitar tone that rivals Morastâs latest, and shrieked vocals straight from the latest church burning. Beyond whatâs expected from this particular breed of devastation, Ghostsmoker infuses an evocative patience reminiscent of post-metalâs more sludgy offerings like Neurosis or Pelican, lending a certain atmosphere and mood of dread and wilderness depicted on its cover. From the outright chugging attacks of churning aggression (âElogium,â âHavenâ) to the more experimental and thoughtful pieces (âBodies to Shore,â instrumental closer âThe Death of Solitudeâ), Inertia Cult largely feels like a journey through uncharted forests, with voices whispering from the trees. Ghostsmoker is something special.
GardensTaleâs Paralyzed Spine
Spiine // Tetraptych [March 27th, 2025 â Self Released]
Is it still a supergroup release when half the lineup are session musicians? Spiine is made up of Sesca Scaarba (Virgin Black) and Xen (ex-Ne Obliviscaris), but on debut Tetraptych they are joined by guests Waltteri VĂ€yrynen (Opeth) and Lena AbĂ© (My Dying Bride). Usually, so much talent put into the same room does not yield great results. Tetraptych is one hell of an exception. A monstrous slab of crawling heaviness, Spiine lurches with abject despair through the mires of deathly funeral doom. Though I usually eschew this genre, my attention remains rapt through a variety of variations. The songwriting keeps the 4 tracks progressing, slow and steady builds, and the promise of momentary tempo changes working a two-pronged structural plan to buoy the majestic yet miserable riffs. âOubliietteâ is the best example here, going from galloping death-doom to Georgian choirs to a fantastic bridge where all the instrumentation hits only on the roared syllables. Xenâs unholy bellows flatten any objections I may have had, managing both thunder and deepest woe in the same notes. The subtle orchestration and occasional choir arrangements finish the package with regal grandeur, and the lush and warm production is the cherry on top. If you feel like drowning your sorrows with an hour of colossal doom, this is the album for you.
Saundersâ Stenched Staples
Ade // Supplicium [March 14th, 2025 â Time to Kill Records]
Sometimes unjustly pigeonholed as the Roman-inspired version of Nile, the hugely underrated Ade have punched out a solid career of quality death metal releases since emerging roughly fifteen years ago, charting their own path. Albums like 2013âs ripping Spartacus and 2019âs solid Rise of the Empire represent a tidy snapshot of the bandâs career. Fifth album Supplicium, their first LP in six years, marks a low-key, welcome return. Exotic instrumentation and attention to history and storytelling are alive and well in the Ade camp, as is their penchant for punishing, unrelenting death, featuring a deftly curated mix of bombast, brutality, technical spark, and epic atmospheres. Edoardo Di Santo (Hideous Divinity) joins a largely refreshed line-up, including a new bassist and second guitarist since their last album. Line-up changes aside, familiar Ade tools of harrowing ancient Roman tales and modern death destruction remain as consistently solid as always. Top-notch riffs, intricate arrangements, fluid tempo shifts, and explosive drumming highlight songs that frequently flex their flair for drama-fueled atmospheres, hellfire blasts, and burly grooves. The immense, multi-faceted âBurnt Before Gods,â exotic melodies and raw savagery of âAd Beastias!,â spitfire intensity of âVinum,â and epically charged throes of âFrom Fault to Disfigurementâ highlight more solid returns from Ade.
Masters of Reality // The Archer [March 28th, 2025 â Artone Label Group/Mascot Records]
Underappreciated desert rock pioneers and quirky stalwarts Masters of Reality returned from recording oblivion some fifteen-plus years since they last unleashed an LP. Led by the legendary Chris Goss and his collaborative counterparts across a career that first kicked off in the late â80s, Masters of Reality return sounding inspired, wisened, and a little more chilled. Re-tinkering their familiar but ever-shifting sound, Masters of Reality incorporate woozy, bluesy laidback vibes featuring their oddball songwriting traits through a sedate, intriguing collection of new songs. The Archer showcases Masters of Realityâs longevity as seasoned, skilled songwriters, regardless of the shifting rock modes they explore. While perhaps lacking some of the energetic spark and earworm hooks of albums like Sunrise on the Sufferbus and Deep in the Hole, The Archer still marks a fine return outing. Gossâ signature voice is in fine form, and the bluesy, psych-drenched guitars, cushy basslines, â60s and â70s influences, and spacey vibes create a comforting haze. The delightfully dreamy, trippy âChicken Little,â laidback hooks and old school charms of âI Had a Dream,â lively, quirky grooves of âMr Tap nâ Go,â and moody, melancholic balladry of âPowder Manâ highlight another diverse, strange brew from the veteran act.
Tymeâs Unheard Annunciations
Doomsday // Never Known Peace [March 28th, 2025 â Creator-Destructor Records]
Marchâs filter means spring is here, mostly, which is when I start searching for bands to populate my annual edition of Tymeâs Mowing Metal. Thereâs nothing I enjoy more than cracking a cold beer, sliding my headphones over my ears, and hopping on the mower to complete one of summerâsâat least for meâmost enjoyable chores. A band that will feature prominently this summer is Oakland, Californiaâs crossover thrash quintet Doomsday, and their Creator-Destructor Records debut album, Never Known Peace. Doomsday lays down a ton of mindless fun in the vein of other crossover greats like Enforced and Power Trip. There are riffs aplenty on this deliciously executed hardcore-tinged thrashtastic platter full of snarly, spiteful, Jamey Jasta-esque vocals, trademark gang shouts, and, oh, did I mention the riffs? Yeah, cuz thereâs a butt-ton of âem. Leads and solos are melodic (âDeath is Here,â âEternal Tombsâ). Within its beefily warm mix, the chug-a-lug breakdowns run rampant across Never Known Peaceâs thirty-one minutes (seriously, thereâs one in every track), leaving nary a tune that wonât have you at least bobbing your head and, at most, causing your neck a very nasty case of whipthrash. Iâm going to be listening to Never Known Peace ALOT this summer, on and off my mower, and while I donât care that the lawn lines in my yard will be a little wavier this year than others, Iâll chalk it up to the beer and the head banging Doomsdayâs Never Known Peace instills.
Rancid Cadaver // Mortality Denied [March 21st, 2025 â Self Released]
Another filter, another fetid fragment of foulness; this month, itâs up-and-coming deathstarts Rancid Cadaver and their independently released debut album Mortality Denied. Adam Burkeâs excellent cover art caught my eye during a quick dip into the Bandcamp pool and had me pushing play. A thick slab of murderous meat ripe with fatty veins of Coffin Mulch and Morbific running through it, Mortality Denied overflows with tons of bestial vocals, crushing drums, barbaric bass, and squealing solos, all ensorcelled within the majesty of Rancid Cadaverâs miasmic riff-gurgitations (âSlurping the Cerebral Slime,â âMass of Gore,â and âDrained of Brainsâ). Fists will pump, and faces will stank during the Fulci-friendly âZombified,â a pulverizing slow-death chug fest with an intro that landed me right back on the shores of Dr. Menardâs island of the undead.2 This quartet of Glaswegians has plopped down a death metal debut that ages like wine, getting better and better with consecutive spins. Surprisingly, Rancid Cadaver is unsigned, but Iâm confident that status should change before we see a sophomore effort, and you can bet Iâll be there when that happens.
Dolphin Whispererâs Unsophisticated Slappers
Crossed // Realismo Ausente [March 21st, 2025 â Zegema Beach Records]
Timing means everything in groove. I know that some people say that they have a hard time finding that kind of bob and sway in extreme music. But with an act like Spainâs Crossed, whose every carved word and every skronked guitar noise follows an insatiable punky stride, groove lies in every moment of third full-length Realismo Ausente. Whether itâs on the classic beat of D (âVaciar Un CorazĂłn,â âCuerpo Distorsionadoâ), the twanging drone of a screaming bend (âMonotonĂa de la lluvia en la Ventanaâ), or the Celtic Frost-ed hammer of a chord crush (âCatedralâ), a calculated, urgent, and intoxicating cadence colors the grayscale attitude throughout. But just because Crossed can find a groove in any twisted mathy rhythmâearly Converge and Dillinger Escape Plan come to mind on quick cuts like âCerrojoâ and âSentirse Soloââdoesnât mean that their panic chord-loaded crescendos and close-outs canât rip your head clean off in banging ecstasy. Easy listening and blackened hardcore canât go hand-in-hand, but Crossed does their very best to make unintelligible, scathing screeches and ceiling-scraping feedback hissing palatable against crunchy punk builds and throbbing, warm bass grumbles. Likewise, Realismo Ausente stabs into a dejected body tales of loathing, fear, self-rejection, and defeated existenceânothing smiles in its urgent and apathetic crevices. But despite the lack of light at the end of the tunnel of Crossedâs horror-touched vision of impassioned hardcore, an analog warmth and human spirit trapped inside a writhing and pleading throat reveal a presence thatâs still fighting. Itâs the fight that counts. If you didnât join the fight last time, nowâs as good a time as any.
Nothing // The Self Repair Manifesto [March 26th, 2025 â Self Released]
If you noticed a tree zombie heading steaming through its trepanned opening, then you too found the same initial draw I had to The Self Repair Manifesto. Nothing complex often can draw us to the things we desire, yet in Nothingâs particular attack of relentless, groove-based death metal, many nooks of additional interest exist. The Self Repair Manifestoâs tribal rhythm-stirred âInitiation,â in its bouncy play, does little to set up the double-kick pummel and snarling refrains that lurk in this brutal, Australian soundscape. The simple chiming cymbal-fluttering bass call-and-response of âSubterfuge,â the throat singing summoning of âThe Shroud,â the immediate onslaught of âAbrogationââall in under 30 minutes, an infectious and progressive experience unfolds. And never fear, living by the motto âno clean singing,â3 Nothing has no intention of traveling the wandering and crooning path of an Opeth or In Vain. Rather, Nothing finds a hypnotic rhythmic presence both in fanciful kit play that stirs a foot shuffle and high-tempo stick abuse that urges bodies on bodies in the pit (âSubterfuge,â âThe Shroudâ), much in the same way you might hear in early Decapitated or Hate Eternal works. With flair of their own, though, and a mic near the mouth vessel of each member (yes, even the drummer!) to maintain a layered harsh intensity, Nothing serves a potent blend of death metal that is as jam-able as it is gym-able. Whether you seek gains or progressive enrichment, Nothing is the answer.
Steel Druhmâs Massive Aggressive
Impurity // The Eternal Sleep [ March 7th, 2025 â Hammerheart Records]
Impurityâs lust for all things Left Hand Path is not the least bit Clandestine, and on their full-length debut, The Eternal Sleep, they attempt to craft their own ode to the rabid HM-2 worship of the early 90s Swedeath sound. No new elements are shoehorned in aside from vaguely blackened ones, and thereâs not the slightest effort to push the boundaries of the admittedly limited Swedeath sound. The Eternal Sleep sounds like the album that could have come between Entombedâs timeless debut and the Clandestine follow-up, and thatâs not a bad place to be. Itâs heavy, brutish, buzzing death metal with an OSDM edge, and it hits like a runaway 18-wheeler full of concrete and titanium rebar. One only needs to weather the shitstorm of opener âDenial of Clarityâ to realize this is the deep water of the niche genre. Itâs extremely heavy, face-melting death with more fuzz and buzz than your brain can process. Other cuts feel like a direct lift from Left Hand Path and/or Clandestine (âTribute to Creation,â) and fetid Dismember tidbits creep in during âPilgrimage to Utumno,â and these feel like olde friends showing up unexpectedly at the hometown watering hole. Swedeath is all about those ragged, jagged riffs, and theyâre delivered in abundance over The Eternal Sleep, and despite the intrinsic lack of originality, Impurity pump enough steroids and Cialis into the genre archetypes to make the material endearing and engaging. Yes, youâve heard this shit before. Now hear it again, chumbo!
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